Aether Academy Novels & Stories

YOU TOOK HIM INTO THE AETHER! “Ouch, that’s my head you’re yelling in,” Sophie complained. “I didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened and he didn’t have a crown there.” I grumbled, feeling like a child getting scolded for accidently breaking a dish. ‘When you go to the Aether, you can absorb some of the energy there. What do you think happens when you take a mortal soul there who has access to your essence?’ Bo grumbled at us.

I took a deep breath before speaking. "Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses, welcome to Heather Academy. I'm Atacia Montreal, Queen of the Academy. We, the Alpha team, are here to guide you. If you would please follow me, we will go to the gymnasium. " I said then bowed again. I just motioned for my other companions to step aside from the royalties before I turned around and started walking into the gymnasium. When I opened the door, all the students fell silent. I went in and opened the door wide. Royalties came in. All the students stood up before bowing at the same time. Inside the gymnasium they have him-his chair/throne. I was assigned to take care of the Phoenix Kingdom, so I hurri

It is a bittersweet sight, a reminder that the boy, with his captivating presence, belongs to someone else. "Who is Alexa?" Rose furrows her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued. She turns to Saisha, hoping for answers. Saisha, with a knowing smile, leans in and whispers, "Oh, she's the Queenbee of this campus, ruling over everyone with her charm and influence."

"DO YOU THINK I’M GOING TO JUST LET HER GO WITH YOU LIKE THAT?" "I know that I’m asking a lot," Aera sighs, remaining calm despite Uncle Silas’ outburst. "But as an alpha and a leader, I need time to get my pack used to the one who will lead them beside me." "And why does she need to go and live in Caelum with you to do that?" Uncle Silas argues. "She can go visit, but she doesn’t..." "She does," Aera counters. I have to admit, he was impressive for staying calm and keeping a straight face through all of this. "We have special teachers in Caelum who will have to teach her the proper etiquette and formalities of being Luna."

“Three BlueCrest elders have already pledged loyalty.” “She nearly killed their Alpha,” Aether complained, his face turned sad seeing that the elders would support Ceryn in such a hurry. “Besides she’s also parading a traitor as her second-in-command.” “She’s dangerous,” I said. “And bold. She knows she’s provoking a war.” “Because she’s betting I won’t fight it,” Aether replied. I was confused and then I realized what he meant. He didn’t fear the upcoming war. He feared for me being part of it, he didn’t want me to get hurt

“Messy. Loud. Unpredictable. With room for growth, failure, and really bad jokes.” Blake salutes. “Hey.” The Sleeper’s amusement deepens. Especially bad jokes. The Arbiter’s sigils stutter, conflicting directives colliding. SOVEREIGNTY MODEL… NONSTANDARD. “Welcome to Midnight,” Ethan says. “We don’t do standard.” The void begins to collapse—not violently, but gently, like a bubble popping. Reflections fade, replaced by solid ground beneath our feet. Trees reassert themselves, ley lines glowing warm and steady once more.

After this, it was a race back to the omega quarters. Head Mistress Athena and her colleagues stood in front of the school with the Alphas standing behind them. Gareth stood between Kade and Alex. My heart skipped a beat. Kade looked so serious it made me want to snicker. His blue eyes scanned the crowd. Was he looking for me? Then there was Alex. Face rock hard, shoulders rolled back. Rage just rolled off him and I just wanted to run and hide. “There’s been a change of plans regarding the academy trip. There will be a trip to Ester Mountain instead. The rejuvenating powers up there are ideal for all those taking part in battle season…”

"Ms. Blackthorne, this is Agent Torres with the Department of Supernatural Affairs. We need to speak with you regarding Arwen Blackthorne immediately. We'll be arriving tomorrow morning for a mandatory evaluation. Please ensure the subject remains available for questioning." The line goes dead. "Pack a bag," Margaret says, and her voice sounds hollow. "Only the things that matter. We're leaving in ten minutes." "Leaving? Where are we going?" "To a place that might be able to protect you from what's coming. It's called Blood Moon Academy, and whether you're ready for it or not, that's where you're going to learn who you really are."

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

“Aethren… that’s a myth.” “No,” Aethren whispered. “It’s the only truth the Oath ever had.” Lyra stared at him, heart pounding. “And you want it?” Aethren stepped closer, eyes burning like forged iron. “I want to restore it.” Vale moved so fast the air cracked. “Over my dead—” “Vale,” Aethren said softly, “your oath was to Evelyn. Not to the child she left behind.” Vale froze as if struck across the face.